Archive for November, 2011

Thursday, November 24th, 2011

you do not need firewood for your stories .. you do not need it rains in August .. six emotion in the emotion, the emotion because you are .. patches do not try to mend clothes crumpled, because you are not a patch .. love is a painter, not a character, although sometimes these Two things seem to fit .. you are a director, not an actress of your life .. Unlike the characters in novels who need applause of their audience to draw their existence, why do not you exist .. you create, you know, stay in front, beside and behind better than a shadow, because you are true .. art is pure harmony, and you also: the beauty of your soul so you paints ..

Slowly dies who becomes the slave of habit, repeating every day the same paths, who does not change the march, who does not risk and change the color of clothes, who does not speak to those who do not know …… He dies slowly who avoids a passion, who prefers black on white and the dots on “i” rather than a set of emotions, precisely those that make your eyes sparkle, the that make a yawn a smile, those that make the heart beat before the error and feelings. Slowly dies who does not flip the table, who is unhappy at work, who does not risk certainty for uncertainty in pursuit of a dream, who is not allowed at least once in their lives to escape to sensible advice ….. Slowly dies who does not travel, who does not read, who does not listen music, who does not find grace in himself ….. He dies slowly who destroys self-esteem, those who can not be help, who spends his days complaining of his bad luck or incessant rain ….. Slowly dies who abandons a project before starting it, who no questions on topics that do not know, who does not respond when asked something he knows …….. We avoid death in small doses, always remembering that to be alive requires an effort far greater than the mere fact of breathing ….. Only a burning patience will lead to the achievement of a splendid happiness.